I know that if I try to make this entry any more than it is I will ruin it.

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Thu, 06 Nov 2025 23:18:46

She closes the window. I wasn't paying attention anyway, I'm getting cold, and the birds are nowhere to be seen. I go inside.

It's

dusk

in a snowy forest and I'm playing with a fox.
It bites my wrist but there is only a dull ache.
I feel that it wants to say sorry but can't. I die.

She says something that isn't really right but isn't really wrong. I'm not taking in their words any more, just their voices, trying to get a feel for whatever is going on between them. I'm imagining what it's like for them in this delicate situation, what I would say if it were me. She has that perfect upper-class accent, and she's using whatever upper-class tact that comes with it to navigate this. Style. They can't be together, but their voices are betraying them.

I'm in a crowded lift and a girl I've never met tells me she thinks she might love me.
The lift won't stop at any floor, and I can't talk in front of all these people.

you know who you are. no more time, not like

1

. way too specific.

and the fake qualifier

I wonder if the birds knew I was watching?

Sun, 02 Nov 2025 22:11:24

wait what is that

Worse Lift

December 2025

lol

barren land

or never left

Imprint, memory, impact, representation, impression

Thu, 06 Nov 2025 21:22:59

no longer writing in the third person

It Will Get Lighter

i have read not even 1 book

your feed looks like my tumblr

Mon, 03 Nov 2025 08:38:49